"ah!!--"
Deng Yinhe let out a scream, and the dragon soul aura followed the ray of spiritual thought and reached his soul sea. It shocked his soul sea and almost shattered his soul mirror.
The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes and passed out comically in this fight that was supposed to end in a crushing blow.
The golden light suddenly dispersed, and the Deng Yin River fell straight down from the sky.
On the other hand, Bai Ze only had a splitting headache, could barely keep his eyes open, and his figure was shaky.
Everyone watching the battle was stunned.
The scribe in scholar's shirt by the lake was surprised, "How is this possible? Could it be that there is an unparalleled Horcrux hidden in this boy's soul sea?"
The girl in a skirt behind the scribe smiled and said nothing.
Bai Ze had a splitting headache and discovered that Deng Yinhe had passed out and fell into the sky. But after the long river of sword energy collapsed, it still had a lot of power.
This can be regarded as Deng Yinhe shooting himself in the foot.
Bai Ze was in a daze and couldn't control his sword energy at all.
Therefore, he could only watch as the river of sword energy rolled down angrily, dragging the old Taoist priest into it, and crashing into the huge ice floe of Yueming Lake.
"boom!!--"
Deng Yinhe was hit by the sword energy on the floating ice, directly creating a deep pit of about ten feet. The surrounding ice cracked like a net, and his Taoist robe was also destroyed by the sword energy, leaving him completely naked.
Fortunately, the long river of sword energy was almost completely destroyed, otherwise this sword could directly kill Deng Yinhe.
But despite this, the old Taoist was seriously injured and fell into a coma, just one step away from death.
There was no other reason. A large amount of sword energy from the long river of sword energy was poured directly into Deng Yinhe's body without being blocked. If this sword energy is not forced out in time, it will destroy the meridians, or even directly destroy the old Taoist's cultivation.
Zeng Xianming and Wu Shuang were also stunned.
The Three Realms faced off against the Fourth Realms, and they actually beat the Supreme of the Four Realms to the point of being seriously injured and unconscious! Is that human being?
"Taoist Priest!?" Zhao Zhen, a retainer of Prince Liang's Mansion, had already arrived. Seeing this astonishing scene, he felt horrified. Fortunately, Deng Yinhe came to Bai Ze first.
Otherwise, if it were him, he would probably suffer a big loss at the hands of this kid!
Bai Ze had a splitting headache and saw another person flying from the horizon. He knew that the middle-aged scribe was probably also a retainer of Prince Liang's palace, so he could only use his sword and go straight to the ice floe.
If he continues to stay in the sky, he doesn't know when he will lose his balance and fall directly into Yueming Lake.
Infuriating energy was constantly emerging, but Bai Ze knew in his heart that he was determined not to have the ability to fight with the middle-aged scribe who came over.
Bai Ze Yujian landed on the ice floe, near the Dengyin River. At a glance, he saw that although the old Taoist priest was in tatters and covered in blood, he was still alive, and he felt relieved.
"That thief, you are so brave!" Zhao Zhen had already flown over and saw the tragic situation of Deng Yinhe. He did not dare to be careless and directly sacrificed his magical weapon, Splendid Mountains and Rivers, "Here!"
The middle-aged scribe threw out his folding fan and headed straight for Baize.
Wu Shuang saw that Bai Ze was exhausted, how could he still be the opponent of the middle-aged scribe? In a hurry, he slapped the sword gourd on his waist and directly used the third flying sword.
The third flying sword turned into a stream of light and flew out of the sword-raising gourd. Wu Shuang didn't even look at it. He ran towards Bai Ze's position with his sword and shouted: "Bai Ze, be careful!"
Before Wu Shuang could fly to Bai Ze's side, the third flying sword had turned into a stream of light and returned to the sword-raising gourd.
Above the sky, only Zeng Xianming was left holding a broken knife, looking in a daze.
"Beautiful mountains and rivers!" Zhao Zhen clasped his hands, and the folding fan unfolded in the air, like opening a door to wonders, and turned into a real and visible landscape painting. The young man in black on the ice floe was embedded in the ice. Among them were the old Taoists inside and the girl in white who flew over with a sword.
Zhao Zhen played a trick.
He could have excluded Deng Yinhe, but he still included the old Taoist.
Correspondingly, Bai Ze also played a trick.
Before Wu Shuang arrived, he pretended to be unstable, fell on the ice floe, and took off the ancient ring on Deng Yinhe's finger.
Landscape paintings go as quickly as they come.
The folding fan named "Splendid Mountains and Rivers" unfolded and then quickly closed. Bai Ze and the others seemed to be put into the painting and disappeared directly on Yueming Lake.
And this is indeed the case.
Bai Ze only felt that he had fallen into a fantasy space. Everything in this space was painted with pen and ink. Whether it's mountains or water, they all have a strange sense of dissonance, but they are also very realistic.
"Bai Ze!" Wu Shuang, a girl in white clothes, came with a sword, landed on the grass, put the two flying swords of You Ming and Dong Zhi into the sword gourd, trotted to the boy's side anxiously, and asked him, "Are you okay? "
"What do you think?" Bai Ze grinned and patted his chest, "Don't worry."
"That's good!" Wu Shuang also patted his chest, which was beginning to take shape, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the surrounding environment and asked, "What the hell is this place?"
"If my prediction is correct, we should be in the middle-aged scribe's magic weapon now." Bai Ze said, looking around, the mountains surrounded by water, thousands of peaks, hanging springs and waterfalls, flying among them, the clear and majestic scenery Mao, it’s quite interesting.
It's a pity that the mountain is vague, and although the water seems to be flowing, it cannot make any sound.
"That fan?" Wu Shuang kicked Deng Yinhe who was lying on the ground and asked Bai Ze, "Is he not dead yet?"
"Don't worry about him, he won't die or wake up for a while." Bai Ze said, "The middle-aged scribe's magic weapon should be able to open up a small cave. This kind of divine power can only be achieved by the sages of the Five Realms. . We are stuck here, and we probably won’t be able to get out for a while.”
"It's okay, don't worry!" Wu Shuang comforted Bai Ze, "My master will come to see me when he comes back and sees that I'm gone! I'll ask him to take you out when the time comes, and I'll see who dares to stop you!"
"Then I really have to thank you." Bai Ze smiled, then sat cross-legged and said, "The spiritual energy here is thin. Fortunately, I swallowed a lot of pills before, which can be refined into true energy. I don't know if there is any danger here. , Wu Shuang, help me protect the law while I adjust my breathing for a while."
"Don't worry, I'm here!" Wu Shuang nodded loyally, with an expression that said I was trustworthy.
After so many years, Bai Ze almost laughed out loud when he saw that her quirky temperament had not changed much.
…
On Yueming Lake.
Zhao Zhen stretched out his hand and called it, and the folding fan named Splendid Mountains and Rivers flew back into his hand.
The middle-aged scribe breathed a sigh of relief when his spiritual sense confirmed that Bai Ze was sealed in the folding fan.
"Sister?" Fan Su was a little anxious, watching the middle-aged scribe in Zhongtian put Bai Ze into the folding fan, and hurriedly tugged on Xiaoman's sleeves.
Xiaoman pursed his lips and said nothing, and finally shook his head.
Seeing Xiaoman shaking his head, Fan Su had no choice but to give up, feeling depressed.
"Xiaowei, you don't have to worry." On the bank of Yueming Lake, the scholar in scholar's shirt looked at the folding fan in Zhao Zhen's hand and stroked his beard. "Nothing will happen to that boy for a while."
"Thank you sir," said the girl in a skirt behind the old man.
But above the sky, Zeng Xianming, the commander-in-chief of the Bingma Division, came to his senses. He abandoned his broken knife and cupped his fists towards Zhao Zhen. He said, "Brother Zhao worked tirelessly to help our Bingma Division capture the palace assassin. Zeng is grateful." There’s no end to it! I’ll invite Brother Zhao to show my face some other day, and I’ll have a drink with him!”
"The commander-in-chief's words are serious." Zhao Zhen frowned.
